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[thetruefocus]

Inbox

4782238

Voice — Text

"You've reached Charles Xavier. I'm here if you need to talk."

CONTACTS

ARIA

140 - 1907

@recitations

CABLE

[no number listed]

@sodark

ERIK

327 – 1989

@heavymetals

JAYCE

981 – 6153

@hexcurse

JINU

569-8987

@idolatrized

JOHN (OURS)

858 – 6669

@flame-off

JOHN (2)

619 - 2113

@godfragment

KAREN

194 - 6275

@pagings

KIMIKO

822 - 2762

@pse

KNAVE/A

737 – 8373

@decussate

LAURA

678 – 9829

@valle

LIVIO

316 – 2222

@crimebaby

LOGAN

326 – 5587

@carcajous

MOON KNIGHT

213 - 7826

@vestments

NADINE

375 – 0319

@nadine-he-loves

PETER

725 – 3392

@stupidbutgood

ROGUE

652-8621

@mississippis

ROWENA

473 - 1645

magike

SCOTT

069 – 8124

@opticular

STEVE

987 - 6543

@americassed

VIKTOR

[TBD]

@mechatheism

WADE

420 – 6969

@primepool

WANDA

477 - 6790

@carmesi

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i'm so sorry this is gonna be at the top of his inbox forever

[primepool]

[At some point after Wade's sat on his conversation with Charles since the pool party, Wade waited to make sure Charles was alone (no peeking by brutish Canadians) and that he had the right place. At some point when he's home there will be a knock at the door and Charles will find, placed on a small stack of empty pizza boxes (as if he thought about Charles having to lean down to pick it up) is a pretty nice tin box of teabags. Not the best quality, but at least like, better than Starbucks. Only one seems to be missing.

There's what appears to be... a card(?) on top, and while childish-looking and seemingly drawn with crayons, it appears to have a decent amount of time spent on it. Alongside the card is a small note which reads:

A giant, stinky musical birdie told me this was your thing.

P.S. Those aren't lightning bolts, they're mind blasts. - DP

audio; set after Drama!

[windriding]

[ ring, ring. it's Ororo calling! ]

[ it goes to voicemail though, and she tries not to let her exhaustion at that seep through to her voice when she composes herself enough to leave him a mostly coherent message. ]

Professor. I apologize for disturbing you at this hour. Scott, Logan and I went to Kolliery to see if we might find anything interesting.

[ a bit hard to believe that that was all this was supposed to even be. On her end, she pinches the bridge of her nose tiredly. Sighs, and continues. ]

But something's strange has happened. I think... there might be some psionic interference going on. People seem to be reading each other's emotions, or sharing them, and...

[ a long pause. ]

Well, Scott has learned some things. The boys got into a terrible fight and have stormed off in different directions and I don't know where they've gone, and... [ What else could she even disclose? She could ask for help, but she needed to be better than that. Couldn't she handle this alone? She ought to. She's handled worse and more alone before. ]

... and I just thought you should know, should either of them find you soon or before I find them. And if that's the case - could you let me know as well, please? I'd really like to talk to them.

ring ring

[thetruefocus]

[ It's about an hour or so later when her phone rings back, with a very anxious Charles on the other end.]

Ororo? Please pick up.

sorry for the delay!

[windriding]

[ Ororo pulls over to answer the phone once she sees who's calling. At this distance from the city, she isn't sure how much the Professor can read her... but surely he'll pick up on her anxiety from her voice? She tries to sound calmer than she is. ]

Professor. Have you heard anything?

maybe late november or honestly whenever u want

[mechatheism]

[This is the sort of job that he and Jayce could have completed back home in a matter of weeks--all of this is within their knowledge base, and Viktor especially has a vested interest in helping others get around easier. The protracted timeline of the project is due entirely to the scarcity of resources and the general unreliability of more advanced technology.

Eventually, though, they get it done. Viktor doesn't think he'll ever be fully satisfied, always looking for improvements to be made, but there's no sense in making Charles wait.

There's no sense in bringing him all the way out to their trailer, either. Viktor and Jayce arrange a meeting in Panorama, in a mechanics garage that they sometimes rent by the hours. It's suitable for their purposes, with enough room for Charles to test it comfortably. Viktor can't help but hover, slightly (but not literally), anxious with anticipation as they go over the mechanisms.]

If you prefer different controls, we can make those adjustments.

[Or any adjustment.]

[hexcurse]

[ Jayce, meanwhile, is resting on a stool nearby. He's leaving the hovering to his partner, watching the pair of them chat with interest from where he sits. Most people wouldn't be able to guess that it's Viktor who has the bigger personal investment and more experience with mobility aids.

He smiles at Viktor, then at Charles. ]

The seat, too.

[ If the cushioning needs to be moved or changed for better comfort. ]

Left outside his door on Christmas morning

[mississippis]

[ She's been doing a lot of knitting when it gets slow while working overnight shifts in the diner. She's managed to get her hands on some green, shiny paper to wrap a hand knitted pair of gloves and a knitted cup holder to attach to his wheelchair.

It comes with a box of homemade Christmas cookies.

Attached is a brief note: ]

Merry Christmas, Professor

- Rogue

[pse]

[ Asking herself, “self, what do we know about Charles?” did — miraculously! — not lead her down a warm, fluttering spiral of how nice his voice is or how blue his eyes are. So, you know, she’s making progress.

Ultimately, the box she drops off is filled with thoughtful, but unquestionably platonic, presents. A set of metal bookmarks. A bottle of dry gin, roughly the size and width of a man’s hand. A selection of teas —some typical of Earth, some downright alien; should be an interesting experience! And, in tribute to their early days at the resort many months ago now, an orange and yellow lei that’s only slightly itchy against the neck.

No card, but a post-it.

Merry Christmas to you and yours
Kimiko

Maybe an intentional message, maybe not. There’s his people, and then there’s... her. ]

not here

[decussate]

[ The next time Charles is on-site at the school, a courier will drop by with a package. The attached note reads in eloquent cursive: "For the school. Courtesy of Logan." No other name is signed.

The package contains, simply, joolies. Not an exorbitant sum, but enough to afford a couple desks, or a large chalkboard, or a hearty hoard of supplies for a classroom. ]

✩ christmas delivery

[americassed]

[ On the morning of Christmas day, Charles will be able to find a neatly wrapped box sitting outside his door. Inside it is an empty journal. The note on the box says - ]

Merry Christmas, Charles. I'm sure you'll have a good use for this. Looking forward to working with you.

- S. G. Rogers

text (backdated to early january)

[trailmark]

you finally get your chair?

[thetruefocus]

Hello my friend! I did, yes. It's a big relief.

text.

[carcajous]

[ Shortly after Scott texts him. ]

You able to make contact with Storm?

1/2

[thetruefocus]

Give me a moment, I'll search for her.

[ Ororo wouldn't mind him finding her mind.]

2/2

[thetruefocus]

Her mind is not anywhere I can find her. I'll go through the rest of the city. She could be in the Fringes. Has she not been answering the phone?

[ But he's starting to get a bad feeling.]

shortly after the blackout.

[carcajous]

[ Phones might be down, but luckily, the Professor's got a cheat code. ]

You okay?

[thetruefocus]

[ A very helpful cheat code.]

Yes, I was luckily in my room. I'm about to head out to the hospital. You?

text, pre-event.

[heavymetals]

Charles. I have a request to ask of you. It concerns Wanda. Reach out when you can talk.

Shortly after

[thetruefocus]

What is happening with Wanda?

[Concerned quick comment in his mind.]

text; sometime after the lights come back on end of march

[hexcurse]

I hope everything's settled down by you.
I have a possibly large favor to ask.

[thetruefocus]

Yes it has, and for you, I hope.

Do tell.

text in april post-event.

[primepool]

hey prof. can we do the mind-meld thing again. need to ask you for something and it's personal.

[thetruefocus]

[ Only a few minutes later there is a knock on his head, and Charles slips in.]

What can I do for you?

text ✩ 987 - 6543

[americassed]

[ Backdated to late last month - ]

Hi, Charles. This is Steve. Just checking in to know if you and your people are alright after everything that happened.

Has the center been hit?

[thetruefocus]

It was attacked, yes, but my people were there to handle it. They took turns watching over it until the chaos was over.

How are you?